Do not fall in love, when you aren't ready to be hurt. It is a bed of roses with few thorns underneath. The sweet aroma above numbs the pain within. The flame of colours keeps your dreams awake.
Never fall in love with an angel. Angels are robots, all charms no freewill. They are what they are asked to do. They once loved, banished to bottomless gorge.
Fall in love with mortals. Be them young men to old women. Polite singles or rude marriages.
Love is not a crime scene; barriers, tapes and lines. Love is for those willing to consume all that hurts. All taste, smell, seen, heard, uttered, actions and inactions. Hypnotized, they heed only her biddings. Blinds them to faults, yet her eyes wide open.
For lovers love but their lusts are heartaches. In seeking love, be wise to stupor. To discern lusts that defames the name of true love.
Some very interesting perceptions of love. Lust certainly conquers most, but while it may be heated and sometimes, nearly heavenly, the deception does not last. I found that mutual give-and-take, sharing, and most of all, to people trusting one another without regret is the best kind of love of all. Jealousy, and all of its self-righteous forms, is a killer of love.
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
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